A/N: Alright, new story! This is from a kind of perspective I've never really tried before, but it's been a thought bouncing around my head for a while, so here it is!

~RiseOfTheGuardians~

At first, Wind wasn't sure what to think of this strange boy the moon had pulled from the water. She circled the boy warily, watching as the boy stumbled on unsteady legs and slipped on the ice before gaining his bearings.

Then the boy took his first step, and another one. He knocked a strange looking staff with his foot and looked down, startled and unaware of what he had done in that moment as he picked it up.

But Wind was aware. Wind knew what the boy had done and curious, she continued to watch the boy. She laughed as the boy began skating around the lake unsteadily, creating frost patterns on the surface.

Wind loved the feathered look of the frost patterns, just as lovely as the brightly colored birds that soared with Wind.

And Wind wanted to show the boy how beautiful they were.

So, with those jewel bright birds in mind, and using the connection the boy had, quite unknowingly, made when he unwittingly transferred his excess energy into that staff, Wind whisked the boy into the air, pulling him higher and higher until he could see his work.

The boy laughed in amazement and Wind laughed with him. But Wind was not used to carrying people, and she soon lost her grip on the boy, who went plunging into the trees. If Wind could have winced, she would have. If she could have spoken, she would have apologized to the boy.

But the boy just laughed.

Wind watched as the boy settled on a branch, eyes widening in amazement as he caught sight of the lights and heard the sounds of the small village nearby.

"Uh, Wind?" the boy called, and Wind was surprised to hear him call her name. He pointed to the flickering lights of the fire, towards the laughter and music. "Can you take me there, please?"

Surprised, wondering how the boy knew her name, or at least, how to call on her, Wind found she was unable to resist doing as the boy asked, and soon she was carrying him, although unsteadily, once more.

It did not take long for Wind to realize bringing the boy to the village had been a mistake. Wind knew the difference between human and immortal, man and myth, and knew that those immortals not believed in were not seen. But Wind had taken the boy where he asked, and the boy had found out the hard way that he was no longer human, no longer able to interact in the lives of other humans.

Wind chased after the boy as he fled the small village, pulled the boy up into the trees, and curled around him as the boy cried. And she found herself experiencing feelings she had never dreamed of before. She found herself wishing she could hold the boy, speak with him, and tell him everything was okay.

But Wind could not do this, and so she contented herself with curling protectively around the boy and vowed she would watch over him, no matter what happened.

Because he had shown her wonder, had shown her amazement, and had helped her to feel, which was supposedly impossible for Wind to do.